Author's Note: Finally we get some sex!! Sorry for the wait, and the very tasteful, non-explicit writing. I found out my family was going to read this and was very careful. Maybe down the line if there are enough requests I will write a very explicit sex scene for them.
They arrived back at Avengers tower and everyone split up to get clean after the mission. That is everyone except Bruce, who hadn't needed to turn into the Hulk.
Lucy heard Nat debriefing Clint on the phone about what happened as she headed to her apartment.
Bucky looked...out of place. He kept shuffling his feet and looking around.
Lucy took pity on him and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards her apartment. He needed a shower badly. She wouldn't tell him of course, but he stunk.
When they got to her apartment she shoved him into the master bathroom and told him in no uncertain terms he was not allowed out until he was clean from head to toe. He gave her a look but obeyed.
Lucy used the guest bathroom herself. She was humming, halfway through her shower when there was a knock on the door, she turned towards it but before she could respond it swung open and Steve was standing there with a bundle of clothing, looking at her through the clear glass of the wall to the shower in just as much shock as she felt.
"Oh my god." He mumbled turning that cherry red, and turning away as fast as he possibly could.
Lucy crouched in the water to hide her nudity.
"Rogers!" She shouted.
Lucy thought it couldn't get any worse, but it did. Bucky came barreling naked into the room covered in suds himself. Looking ready to kill.
"WHAT!" He shouted looking around "WHERE ARE THEY!"
"No enemy." Steve croaked out, still covering his eyes.
"Then what happened?" Bucky asked, dropping his arms and turning to look at Steve.
"I...she...shower...thought it was you" Steve sputtered. Still crimson, face covered, and looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.
"Oh." Bucky said. The brilliant conversationalist that he was.
"Both of you out." Lucy said from her curled up position. Trying very hard not to look at Bucky and keep all of her lady parts covered.
Thankfully they left, Bucky leaving a trail of water behind him. It took awhile for Lucy to uncurl and get back to her shower. She would never take the privacy of bathing as a given ever again.
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Bucky sat on the couch, in the clothes that Steve had brought him. The punk had made an honest mistake thinking that Buck would be showering in the guest bathroom, but really the guy had super hearing. Did he not think to use it?
Bucky had chewed him out, and Steve had left looking like he was about to go confess all of his sins at the nearest church he could find.
Bucky listened as the shower finally kicked off and heard the shuffling of Lucy putting on her clothes. He spread his arms across the back of the couch, stretching his legs out, manspreading at its best.
She walked into the living room and gave him one of the smiles that sent him to his knees.
"Hi." She breathed out.
"Hi." He responded.
She moved towards him like a moth drawn to a flame. When she was close enough he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She went willingly.
Soon her folded legs were settled on either side of his hips and her arms were wrapped around his neck, as her fingers lazily played with the hair at his nape.
His own hands gripped either side of her waist gently. She felt amazing right there. All soft and silky.
He let out a happy hum as she pressed her forehead against his own. She responded with her own hum of satisfaction.
"I want you." He whispered.
"I want you too."
He groaned at her response, unable to stop his hips from giving a rolling thrust up into her. Even with the clothes between them it felt good. She must have agreed because she let out a gasp at the feeling.
He wanted to do it again, but he wanted to take his time with her more.
"Can I make love to you?" He practically begged. Trailing kisses down her face, towards her mouth.
"Please." She whimpered, catching his mouth in a heated kiss.
He responded with a groan, opening his mouth to the onslaught of her tongue. Kissing her was like a drug, all intoxicating.
She pulled him closer and ground her pelvis down into his own. He couldn't stop the shudder that ripped down his spine at the aggressive move.
Bed, they needed a bed. Bucky wrapped his hands under Lucy's butt and stood with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, continuing to devour him with kisses. Bucky walked in the vague direction of the master bedroom, not caring when he banged his pinkie toe against the coffee table. It wasn't broken and the pain wasn't enough to distract him from Lucy's kisses.
As he walked she trailed her lips away from his mouth across the side of his face to his ear, which she licked. He didn't expect the shot of arousal that lick would give him and tripped them into a wall.
Luckily he shot his hand out in time to catch them before Lucy's back could hit the wall. In retaliation he grabbed her own earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently. Lucy's head fell back on a gasp and she rolled her hips into Bucky's seeking friction.
Bucky growled and pressed his soulmate fully to the wall so he could thrust up at just the right angle...
Lucy let out a whimpering moan of pleasure, wrapping herself even tighter around Bucky.
Bed. They needed a bed. He wasn't going to take her for the first time against a wall, no matter how much his labido said he should.
With all of his remaining control he shoved them away from the wall and made it to the bedroom.
The bed was welcome as he fell forward onto it with Lucy in his arms. She gave a satisfied moan as her back hit the soft surface.
Her hands trailed from his neck down to the hem of his shirt. She rucked it up, obviously wanting it off.
He agreed, leaning up and away from her to yank the offending article of clothing off. She gave an appreciative hum as she started to trace the scars that covered his body. He had a moment to feel self-conscious about them, but Lucy spoke, stopping his thoughts:
"Beautiful." She whispered.
"Yea?" He asked, feeling all choked up again.
She looked him in the eyes when she responded. "Yes, and it's all mine."
Bucky couldn't stop the tear that fell from his eyes. "Yes, all yours, doll, for always."
"Good." She whispered, then reared up and licked his left nipple with one long slow stroke of her tongue.
Bucky shuddered with emotion and pleasure. He pulled Lucy's mouth to his own and kissed it, putting all his emotions into that kiss. She responded in kind.
He reached down and pulled at her shirt. She helped him yank it up her body. Both were displeased that they had to end the kiss to get the shirt all the way off. But it was quick and Bucky gave an apologetic nip to Lucy's bottom lip.
Bucky couldn't stop his hand from tracing the new skin that was revealed to him. Lucy gave an appreciative purr as he cupped her breasts through her bra.
"Yea?" He mumbled into her neck as he trailed kisses across it and down to her collar bone. He used one thumb to caress her left nipple through the fabric.
"Feels good." She gasped out. "Please Bucky, stop teasing me."
He let out a huff of a laugh against her collar bone. "Didn't realize I was teasing you."
"Yes you do." She panted out. Her hands reached down and fiddled with the front of her bra. Suddenly the bra came apart and Lucy's perk breasts were revealed to Bucky.
Bucky stopped to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of Lucy's succulent curves.
His Lucy was no stick. She had those perfect hourglass curves that reminded Bucky of the pinup girls that they used to put up in the barracks.
"Well don't just look at them. They need some attention." Lucy said, dragging Bucky's hands back to her breasts. He cupped them gently and lowered his head to lick first one nipple then the other.
However, he was worried that his metal hand might be too cold on her skin. He pulled it away, and placed it on her still clothed hip.
She grunted in irritation at him. "What are you doing?" She demanded.
"Lavishing your breasts with my attention. Why? Am I doing it wrong?" He asked, quickly backing off.
"No not that. That feels good. What are you doing with this hand?" She asked grabbing his metal one and pulling it from her hip and back to her breast.
"Oh, I thought the metal might be too cold."
She shook her head and gave him a very Lucy look. "I love this metal hand and arm. I think it's hot that it's metal. I want it on my bare skin, not my clothed hip."
She traced up and down the metal arm with her fingers as she spoke.
Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat. "I didn't know."
"That's why I'm telling you. Bucky, you are the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. I want to trace every single scar on your body, so I can memorize them and pick my favorite. I want to get to know just how much feeling you have in this metal arm and hand. I want to know what it feels like to have your metal fingers inside me, versus your flesh ones. I bet I know which will be my favorites."
